Dear blog,
Today is "do not take pictures from the internet and pretend you own the zone because you don't." day or otherwise known as "i'm trying to be an individual here" day.
exhibit A
I had breakfast with my mother at the ungodly hour of 7.30 AM so i forced her to buy me a sweet potato and a huge chrisanthemum. I love stuffing chrysanthemums into my face and smelling them. If you're thinking "why do you only take pictures with the chrysanthemum! what about the potato? you bias witch!" Well i'm SORRY! i just can't really work it with the potato okay? Furthermore, i can pretend eat a chrysanthemum (refer to exhibit A) whereas if it were a potato i'd just gobble it down and that doesn't really turn out great in photos. So could you just check my purpose and tone before you bang up the cross referencing and the conclusion that i'm not useful because i have vested interest?(what am i talking about........really.....)
I want to go korea, they have roasted potatos there i saw it on tv! all you have to do is walk down some park with your boyfriend/frienemy and beg him for spare change (cause somehow the girls are always poor) and go to this roadside stall that seems to be open 24/7 (for all you people who need your potatoes, we got your back brother!) and get yourself a potato. the guy will proceed to call you a pig in korean and you gasp in indignation and spit some potato bits on him. The end of korean show episode 1 part 1. The power of korean love, staggering really.
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